Dumb Ways To Die Stupe Novels & Stories

I shoot back, Ruby rolls her eyes. "Whatever, if you want to play martyr for your grandma and end up in prison, go ahead. But when I’m sitting on a beach in Cancun with a mojito in one hand and a hot cabana boy in the other, don't come crying to me. Cause I’ll be laughing my tits off at your stupidity.” Stupidity. That’s the word that echoes through my head. I’m the brain trust that thought hitting a man with a wine bottle would teach him some manners, and now he’s… dead.

Connor's face turned as pale as paper as he collapsed into a chair. I drifted to his side and whispered softly, "Are you satisfied with how this turned out?" … When Connor pried open Vivian's door, she froze for a moment before putting on a concerned expression. "Is there news of Sylvia?" Her voice remained sweet, her eyes still innocent. "She's dead." Connor's tone held no emotion. "Someone hacked off her limbs with a silver dagger, forced wolfsbane down her throat, and tortured her for at least two hours." Tears had already begun to slide down Vivian's cheeks. "No, that's impossible. Connor, don't scare me like that."

Chris's POV I don’t even know when it escapes my lips. The words slip out before I can catch them, and the second they’re in the air, I’d sell what’s left of my dignity to stuff them back down. Ten different ways to die and I just picked the loudest, stupidest one. He stands.

He smiled—and kicked my knee hard. I let out a muffled groan and dropped to my knees. He leaned down and whispered, in a voice only we could hear, "Why didn't you just die in the correctional facility? You insisted on coming back to compete with me? Hm? Bobby, what makes you think you're qualified to fight me?" The second file was an audio recording.

At first, I was shocked by the large amount of money they put into their stupid bet, but soon the shock was replaced with astonishment by their wild imagination. Death by drowning was, of course, there, and no surprise it was Boris's pick. They also included driving into a ditch, choking on food, even breaking my neck after falling from the stairs, and many other stupid things. It may sound insensible, borderline sadistic to bet on my death, but in their defense, it all happened to me before.

Joffrey and Mateo didn't even hesitate. They hit the ground, rolling in the mud like desperate strays, their faces a mess—way more pathetic than I ever was. Even Nancy couldn't take it; she covered her face and bolted. Ruth got a kick out of it. In the end, they got my ashes. Too bad for them—I was never dead. The whole thing? Just an act. Ruth and the private hospital helped stage it, and while those two clowns spent days groveling outside, I was inside, sipping tea with Ruth and enjoying the show.

As one of the country's top high school teachers, I have helped countless students get into the best colleges. But I somehow find myself reborn as a poor kid from the countryside while attending a ceremony honoring my achievements. A mysterious voice echoes in my mind. "If you fail to get into college, you'll die!" How hard can that be? It's just getting into college. That's hardly a challenge for a genius like me. But soon I realize that getting into college isn't really about how smart you are. In the end, it all comes down to people and their motives.

DIABLO There are dumb things people do sometimes. There are really dumb things that should never be done. Then there is what just happened. Dumb things include not collecting shells after shooting someone. Really dumb things include forgetting to sweep a room for bugs before talking about the latest shipment due at the docks. Then there is sleeping with April. She was taken without protection. Right now, she could already be pregnant.

“I realize death is the only way I’ll ever be free from the consequences of a crime I didn’t even commit. So kill me. Just do it and be done. Because there’s nothing for me, nothing worth living for.” “Shut the hell up!” Deadrick lobs the bottle at me. Drunk as he is, he’s still got good aim. The bottle smacks into my temple before shattering on a nearby rock. The shards skitter across the forest floor, and several crunch under my feet as I stumble.

Charlie nodded his head as he laughed and said disdainfully, “I have never believed that there could be a person who could be very courageous no matter what happens!” After that, Charlie looked at everyone who was kneeling in front of him, including Gibson, Gibson’s family, and Max before he said sharply, “I can be very responsible and I can tell you that today will be your death anniversary. None of you will live past today. However, there are many different ways to die. Some methods of death might be very painful and some methods of death might be very fast. Whether it is a fast or painful death would depend entirely on your own performance.”